Rick Ross - Grab Ya Belt lyrics

..come to the chain game, this ain't real I wake up with this every day, I miss McDonalds man I wanna rock I didn't see some things, man can read I didn't see some chinks that make me in bleed I didn't see some things that make grown man cry, a sadness feeling, watch your old man die, you think is cooler, n***as get the .. smoking on a back of fools, getting p**y off your shoes, then you get a charge well I didn't stole the car, sh** you don't know for another fly on the job, keep to yourself with that p**y sh** the rest, we speak with k**ers ain't got muscles in their neck get crunched in the nose, wake up in the coma I'll make your a** a woman we ain't wake up in the tunnel sponsored links you're feeling loan getting pressure by the games, the mother fizzy she can really see you change, talking slirt ain't no telling what you're sipping rest f**ing up the game, every Saturday we all watching so train asking their charge I bet they tell you c**aine, when it better fast catch a little boss. asking bills now you my floss, and paper watch us but we got the watch.. there's a cooking motherf*cking games smoking weed we ain't bout the paper bout to put the chains, I wake up and I look at lanes, this the kid motherf*cker I didn't bought the lane And I can keep going lames, still pissed 'cause I got a charge shouldn't threw away they should've threw away Lord knows my charge they should've threw away Now I gotta go, oh sh**